Re: Sebastian and Hunter
"Do you like any games that are not war and apocalypse stuff?" Hunter asked with a little grin because while he enjoyed video games he tended to gravitate toward the pretty or cute ones. He just wasn't hugely into violence and he never understood his sister's fascination with really morbid dark shit. Hunter liked happy shiny things way more and a small bitter part of him thought Jen would have handled that haunting thing way better than he was. Those thoughts were surprisingly far away at the moment though and he didn't really care what games Sebastian was into. Right now he thought he could be into the most obnoxious shit and Hunter would let it slide.
“I play the Lego games,” Sebastian said, running his hand up the back of his hair with an embarrassed little laugh. “Like, if I’ve had a bad day and I really want to beat something up? They’re great for that. You can crush everything and you can’t really die.” They were just super cutesy and not normally what he’d suggest to his friends. “The Final Fantasy ones are pretty good, but they’re not two player. They’re just gorgeous. I’ve played all the way back from seven forward.” Even X-2 with it’s ridiculous girl power costumes. He knew that didn’t have as good a run as some of the others, but it had been fun. “Oh, and Saints Row, if you want a ridiculous racing game.”
"I like Final Fantasy," Hunter said and his expression softened somewhat as Sebastian talked about the games he liked that weren't dark and gritty. "I love the Uncharted games too, they're funny." And the main character was hot which also helped. Nathan Drake, digital dreamboat. If Sebastian played them it was more likely to be for the adventure aspect though Hunter was still very much doubting his heterosexuality right now. "Don't laugh but I love the Just Dance games too," he added cheekily and admitting that was a sure sign of the alcohol getting to his head because playing those games had been something he did with Jen and it was so stupid but so fun.
“I haven’t played those. I’ll have to check them out,” Sebastian smiled, trying not to think about how good this felt. How normal, but different. Talking about video games didn’t normally make him feel giddy. He laughed at Hunter’s admission, but then shook his head, not wanting him to think he was laughing at him. “I will pretty much take any opportunity to dance, including those games,” he said, his cheeks turning red. That was probably something he didn’t need to admit. But then he could con Greg into them sometimes on the excuse of being stupid. Stupid, but ridiculously fun, and after a few drinks they were usually just rolling around laughing.
He blushed so easily, Hunter had that thought again about how far that blush really went and it made him feel a little warmer too. He laughed at the fact that he was having that thought right then and there, as if Sebastian might read his mind and God that would be awkward. "I love to dance," he said and if life were perfect, Sebastian was actually gay and Hunter wasn't being haunted by some red-eyed ghost? He'd so drag Sebastian with him somewhere where they could sit down, talk some more and then just kiss all night. The thought made him bite his lip, a little flutter going through him and he quickly finished his drink. "I can lend you some games sometime," he said, trying his best to not openly flirt with Sebastian in a way that could get him into trouble.
Sebastian had a little moment to think about what it would be like to dance with Hunter, to dance with him like he danced with the girls, and his blush intensified. That sort of dancing, he didn’t think he could manage it with someone he was actually attracted to. It would cause all sorts of embarrassing problems. And thinking about it now was just not a good idea. Nor was watching the way Hunter bit his lip. It was all more than he was used to dealing with and he knew he’d crawl into bed later with it on his mind. “You should,” he agreed, giving a little nod. “I’d like that. Text me maybe?” God, he hoped this wasn’t a horrible idea. Or some kind of weird, drunken dream. If it turned out that he’d passed out on the couch and this was all in his head, he was going to be seriously depressed.